[Rey is tired. Too tired to be showing her face to the network after spending so much of her mental energies fighting the fire from burning down her home, as well as other endeavors against the rabid, terrified creatures fleeing the jungle. You know the drill.

[In any case, it caused a very real problem for her: She wasn't able to do her rounds of headcounting this time, as she had so been committed to. It's a bit of a problem, especially since she hasn't had the chance to do her search at the base camp since all the excitement happened.

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[She lifts her shirt with one hand. Not far enough to be risqué, mind you, but enough to reveal the lower half of her torso. There are some scars there, sure, but nothing nearly as bad as her upper half. The worst that can be seen is the deep scar on her lower back, if Muscovy checks, but otherwise she is just badly bruised and scraped.]

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[He reaches out to run his fingers quickly but deftly over whatever of her arms and torso she will let him touch. Yes, she has a lot of older scars - not surprising, if she was a fighter of some kind for most of her life, which he's always figured that she was and which was confirmed by what little she's told him - and he takes note of them, but mostly he is concerned with anything new, be it what he can see on the surface or not.]

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[She thinks about what happened in the jungle, back when she made Firo, AJ, Carlisle, and a dinobear float. Her lips form a straight line.] You may want to be careful with it, though. It can be a bit unpredictable.